Stink-ass
Once employed at a hotel here in North Dakota, I met one of the most grandiose fraudulent fabricators of our century. While I know that throughout time there have been fabulous fibs and fictionous falsehoods of pompous proportions, few can follow the fat footsteps of Scott (hereafter Stinkass). He caused a calamity with his claims. He the bell boy and I the front desk clerk for the nights (11PM till 7AM), mine was the unfortunate set of ears that he bestowed his weasely whoppers upon. Ranging from sexcapades he could never have done to feats of strength he could have never accomplished, it never ended. I still hear his bullshitting stinkass voice in my head whenever I reach for a can of chew tobacco.
( Koogas, Mon 3 Dec 2007, 1:38, 1 reply)

Alliteration
overload!
( chart cat has an itch, Mon 3 Dec 2007, 13:12, closed)